Many moods pt2

These moods stay
perpetually morphing,
this darkness swarming
 and dwarfing serenity..

I let the sorrow and ecstacy
 built up in me
spill with no guilt
or hesitancy,
no energy wasted on hatred
for honesty..
I'm staying naked
within each piece I pen..
I'm banished to boundlessness
where I'm granted the chance to
transcend this confounding mess.
Deserting distress
though I'm bound to randomly regress
in situations summoning stress..
at times
it feels like a test,
 I'm concealed in the quest
with no signs
of certainty or sureness,
it certainly is a bare mess
with beauty in it's chaos and awareness,
showing and giving me
 no duties..
I'm leaving the lies behind
of living lost in loneliness..

These many moods
tend to merge
and never stop surging
as I pretend to not have the urge
to purge each petty and pitiful
point of view I've let myself
grow so used to..